Daily Archives: 17 November 2009

Religion – Organized or Not?

I can tell when I have not been to church in a while.  It is not because I have not had my conversations with God.  It is just a feeling.  I knew, when reading my friend Steve’s blog, that I could not just comment.  It would be much more than a passing comment.  Below are my thoughts.  In my mind, even though it is organized religion, church is so much more.

 

Going to Mass – yes, I am Catholic; no, I am not a cradle Catholic – is community for me.  I see people at my church that I may or may not see in other parts of my life.  I know these people, regardless of it being 4:30 PM on Saturday or 8:30 AM or 11 AM on Sunday.  I miss these people when I do not see them.  Consequently, I know when I have missed church for a few weeks and I know I have to get back there.

 

This has not always been the case.  First, I made my choice to become a Catholic at 21.  I was brought up in a “different” church but not one that is all that different.  I fought with religion – not with God but with religion – as a teenager and a college student before finding a place that felt like home to me.

 

As a young child, my grandparents, with whom I lived from age five, took me to church every Sunday.  After my grandfather died of a heart attack when I was eight, my grandmother continued to take my sister and I to church.  We went to the church down at the end of the street.  It is an old Episcopal church and I loved it.  I sang in the choir.  I was confirmed at age 12 – do children that young really understand confirming their faith?

 

St Paul's, Owego, NY

 

I have vivid memories of midnight services on Christmas Eve, of seeing who could get further down the street with their lit candle.  I have vivid memories of the bells chiming – a person climbed the ladder every day – at 5 PM daily.  The church building holds memories for me but I am  not sure the people hold the memories that my current church family does, at least not all the people.

 

I went away to college in the Adirondacks.  It was near impossible to get to church as the college was about 13 miles from anywhere.  I did have some friends that went “into town” to church on Sundays.  I did not follow.  I started worshiping on campus.  Occasionally, it would be a service that was led by a minister but more times than not, I would walk in the woods and talk to God.

 

To this day, I frequently think this was the most spiritual time of my life.  I talked with God while enjoying His creations.  I talked to God all the time.  I didn’t think about going somewhere to do it.  I look upon it as being an infant in my true faith and with infancy come innocence.  My talks were intimate and innocent.

 

When I transferred to West Virginia University, I tried going to the local Episcopal church.  I felt uncomfortable.  I did like having prayer, the kind most all of us think of when the word is said, to fall back on.  When stress hits, I will find myself, to this day, going to formal prayer as opposed to my intimate talks.  The reason – they are there and they are rote.  I don’t need to think or add more stress to say them.

 

I went to several churches in Morgantown before going to the Catholic church that served the university community.  I could not believe I had not stumbled in there before.  I felt like I had come home.  I felt comfortable.  I felt at home.  I felt like I should be there.

 

Shortly after that, I began an RCIA program – Rite of Christian Intiation for Adults.  I became a Catholic in 1983.  To this day, I love being Catholic.  Does that mean I think everyone should be?  No.  Does that mean I think I have to be in church to talk to God?  No.  Does that mean – oh, here it comes! – I believe in all that every Catholic believes in?  Yes, but no.

 

I talk to God about my faults and sins.  I do not do it through a priest.  Intimate discussions like that are best for the two people involved.  I may do it while getting ready for bed or when I am out doing yard work or while I run but I do it.

 

Religion, in its organized state, is not for everyone.  Religion is not always about God, a Creator but it should be.  Church is more than a building but not the only place God is as He is everywhere.  We should all realize that as each of us is an individual, each of us will worship, thank and praise God, Yahweh, the Creator in our own way.

 


A Sunday Night Out

Yes, this paragraph has been written before.  Unfortunately, I have found my writing this morning but ADD and disjointed as I started one entry to discuss the college sicky and I ventured into paragraph three here so….

This story all starts Sunday evening.  I had a friend over and we had decided that we were both old and needed to go out!  We headed to a local hangout – one that, ironically, the 19 year old loves – to try the Dogfish 60 minute IPA on tap.  Both of us are beer fans and this has been on our list for a while.  I also wanted to share this place from my past with my friend.

There was a fund raiser going on but we got our pints and sat down to listen to trivia.  I love trivia but did not think that my friend did but we had a blast!  Three pints and one quesadilla later and we were heading to play pool elsewhere.

My friend and I have played pool before but always at a bar … and, always on six foot tables (did I really realize the difference?  nope!).  I took him down to one of the pool halls that my 19 year old frequents when healthy and home from college.  The owner knows my kids but had no idea who I was until I told him.  Is that odd?  Yup but I am okay with it.

What did we find?  We found the Sunday night league had just ended and there was a room full of nine foot tables.

Yes, we played pool.  We played three games.  I played as I always do – like crap – but due to someone sinking the 8 ball at the wrong time, I won one of the three games.

It was  fun night – basically just good food and drink and good company!  Thanks!!!


The College Call

Unlike many of my friends, I do get communication from my college freshman frequently.  This is not necessarily the case with some of my other college-aged children but the 19 year old pops up in my IM or on Facebook to tell me what is going on at SUNY-Oneonta frequently.

 

This story all starts Sunday evening.  I had a friend over and we had decided that we were both old and needed to go out!  We headed to a local hangout – one that, ironically, the 19 year old loves – to try the Dogfish 60 minute IPA on tap.  Both of us are beer fans and this has been on our list for a while.  I also wanted to share this place from my past with my friend.

 

We headed into Binghamton and were just getting off the highway when the first indication that something was seriously wrong came.  My mobile was ringing.  It is seldom that I get calls from college – IMs, Facebook writings, text messages but seldom actual calls.  #5 was sick and wanted to know if he should go to Health Services in the morning.  I had just been to SUNY-Oneonta on Saturday.  How could he be as sick as he sounded – and truly, when a 19 year old male is not at home but calls Mom because he is sick, it is probably really sick?  Of course, he should go to Health Services.

 

Monday morning evidently came way too early as a text message came at 8:08 AM with #5 complaining Health Services opened at 8 but didn’t have 8 AM appointments.  He saw the doctor.  I was, by now, moving to the kitchen for breakfast and coffee with a friend.  The phone rang at 8:58 AM.  The campus doctor was sending him home.  He had a temperature of 102.8F.

 

#5 is generally a healthy kid.  He has had his share of broken bones and sports injuries but I do not ever recall a fever over 101F.  I was concerned.  I didn’t think to ask questions.  I thought, as most mothers do in an emergency, of logistics.

 

If you do not know, #1 moved home recently.  He is almost 25 and works about an hour away from here.  His vehicle had a flat tire yesterday so he took the Lumina to work.  #3 is a recent college grad who is unemployed and living at home.  She substitute teaches and was at the local high school for the day.  Basically, that meant I looked out into the driveway from the kitchen and found a Ford Explorer with a rear flat and my friend’s car.

 

I quickly called the high school, got #3 to leave her car keys at the main office.  I had my friend take me to the high school – so much for a quiet Monday morning breakfast and catching up with each other.

 

The trip up to Oneonta was rather uneventful – thankfully!  I loaded #5 and his dirty laundry and his stripped linens – gotta do loads of laundry today – into the car and headed home.  We made it home by 2 PM and he settled in with the game system.  I settled into having been had – or so I thought – by #5.

 

Health Services did give him the option of staying on campus and being quarantined in his room, basically.  He would only be allowed to go to the bathroom.  Someone would have to bring him his meals.  He seemed okay playing the xBox.  They had given him acetaminophen and disposable thermometers and cough drops and one mask to be worn in public areas.  He could have stayed at school, I thought.

 

About 2 AM this morning, my thoughts would change.  Except, being the horrible mother I am, I didn’t hear #5 when he woke up and needed help.  He was dehydrated and burning up.  #1 got him water and acetaminophen.  #5 is still asleep.  I guess it is a good thing he came home.

 

Hopefully, my morning routine of Lysoling everything in sight will help the rest of us stay healthy!


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